The truth that your eyes transmit is painful, he has hit your helmet with blows, seeing how its technology failed; showing parts of your face in a glitch.

"You're Robin," he reminds you, harshly, as he backs you up against the wall, skipping the part that Robin is now Tim, you know.

You've grown, that hurts, and now you're the Arkham Knight. You've been spending months locked up in that wing of Arkham, with the Joker. Bruce regrets it, he should have looked deeper for you, not given up on you.